I loved this when I first read it here, and I'm sure I'm going to repeat what I said then. It is an entirely charming poem -romantic and nostalgic. The only thing that doesn't seem quite right to me is that 'childhood ghost' because this isn't a 'childhood' memory, is it? Claire was young but certainly not a child, neither was the narrator. But apart from that, lovely stuff, and an exceptional example of the villanelle form, which is not an easy one to master.
Regards, Maz
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